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    The thing about sex with Ilya Rozanov is that Shane can’t chill out about it.

    The predator that lurks under his skin is unable to settle, fighting endlessly against his hands, his touch, the feeling of his fingers curling at the nape of his neck. It's always a fight, even when Shane tries to be good, some sharp-tongued creature stirring in his chest, his instincts fired up and honed on the ice.

    Ilya, he thinks, enjoys it.

    OR: Shane's rut arrives. So does his bloodthirstiness. And, even worse, his honesty.

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    06 Feb 2026

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    Shane's been on the receiving end of Hayden's assessing gaze enough times to be able to guess at what he's going to ask next as he wrinkles his nose and juts his chin out, narrowing his gaze at them. “You know, you never really did say how long it was that you two were hooking up for before you got serious.”

    “Is a long time,” Ilya says, with more than a little bit of pride in his tone. Shane tips his head back to meet his eyes and shrugs. Neither of them has ever dropped anything more than several years in interviews, keeping the details to themselves, but it’s less of an issue than he expects. He sort of wants to brag about how long it’s been; he wants to celebrate the fact that they had all those broken years together and still managed to make it through.

    At this point, they’re coming up on more years together than not, which is insane if he thinks about it too hard.

    OR: As always, the truth shall set [Shane] free.

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    03 Feb 2026

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    It sits with him.

    And there were no nice men in Montreal?

    It burns in his mind, a slow, dreadful smolder. It fogs across his thoughts, cloying and terrible. What a stupid, awful question. What a fucking weird thing to say about his—about his boyfriend.

    No nice men in Montreal?

    And all he'd said was I don't know.

    He's a terrible person.

    OR: Shane thinks he should be better at this whole boyfriend thing, no matter how new it is.

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    03 Feb 2026

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    Ilya grins, relishing in the hitch in Hollander's voice. “Is nice when you beg,” he murmurs, before he drops both his hands to Hollander's waist, smoothly undoing the button on his jeans. “Your voice, it gets soft? High?” He shakes his head as Hollander kicks his pants off, leaving him in just socks and his briefs, his dick dripping, a spot of damp precum that's growing against the fabric. Ilya drags his top off but keeps his sweats on, grinning broadly at the other man. “I do not know words for it. But I do know—you are needy, Shane Hollander. Greedy for me.”

    OR: Ilya has a lot of wants these days. One of which is a near constant desire to see Shane Hollander ruined in his sheets.

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    03 Feb 2026

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    “Ilya,” Shane says warningly, but he’s too late as the grin unfurls across Ilya’s face. “I said no laughing,” he snaps, glaring at him. “You’re laughing.”

    Ilya shakes his head. “Is not at you, sweetheart,” he says, unable and unwilling to stop his beaming. “I am just—happy. To share this with you.” He meets Shane’s eyes. “You are—singularity,” he says, careful with his pronunciation. “My favorite.”

    Shane goes red so fast, Ilya worries about his heart for a second.

    “I just want to know you,” Shane murmurs, closing his eyes when Ilya lifts his hand up and strokes through his hair. “I miss you when you aren't around, and I want to carry the little bits of you I can.”

    OR: Shane has some questions. Ilya always seems to have an answer. (And one time, Ilya has a question, too.)

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